Sandflies and Fish

Trip Start Jul 08, 2008
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Trip End Sep 11, 2008


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Ocean View Caravan Park

Flag of Australia  , Western Australia,
Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The wildflowers became more prolific with patches of mauve and yellow dotting the countryside. On the way to Onslow we briefly watched a helicopter mustering a bull and quite a few tight little flocks of green budgerigars winging their way haphazardly over the bush. Closer to Onslow, we passed an Anthill  Village, lots of termite mounds in one location. 

We arrived at Onslow mid morning and drove through this strange little dusty town before we came to the caravan park called Ocean View Caravan Park.  We were allocated a good site close enough to the ocean that we could smell the saltiness of the sea. A short path up from our caravan brought us up to this green grassy park where a new war memorial had recently been erected.    

Arriving so early, we walked to the little supermarket and hardware shop where Mike bought a pole to mount our TV antenna. The reception was surprisingly good so at last we were able to watch some of the Olympics.  When we were all set up we walked along the beach, not the prettiest or whitest sand but still interesting except for the dead whale on the shore. Depending on the wind direction the smell was dreadful, but as the sharks were slowly eating it every high tide it wasn't expected to cause a problem for long.  During our walk, we met up with Yvonne our neighbour at Karratha who had told us about the caravan park.

The next morning when we drove to Four Mile Creek we saw Yvonne and Keith again and this time at the creek fishing. Keith had had a bit of luck and landed a nice sized bream. The cool breeze  was just right for walking so we set off along the creek towards the sea. The tide was on its way out and the sand was very wet and boggy and a few detours were required before we came upon the beach. After checking out the few shells we decided to head back to the caravan, stopping on the way at the jetty where the boats docked to be filled with salt. 

We had seen the piles of salt and the conveyer belt running under the road on our way out to the creek. It was not possible to walk on the jetty as it was fenced off with signs indicating it was a restricted area.  The next stop was Sunset beach where the local council has provided a lovely grassed area and barbecues for the public to enjoy. A boardwalk connects this beach with the caravan park. I was keen to walk back from here so Mike drove the Pajero home and met me on the way as he walked along the boardwalk from the caravan park.  In the afternoon I went to the visitors centre to buy some books and the local shop to buy few other things which included bait and then at 4pm we returned to the Four Mile Creek.  Mike started to fish and was soon invaded by tiny little sand flies.   We hadn’t thought of insect repellant but at least we had the face net  which Mike wore keeping the little blighters out of his eyes and ears.  However, he was wearing shorts and they made a meal of his legs that resulted in itchy sores that lasted for well over a week.  I took my chair up to the car park to read where I thought it was safer, but I was also bitten each time I went to see the next fish Mike had caught and suffered the same itchy result.  What an excitement when Mike caught the four good size bream. Just as the sun was setting the bait was all finished and he came up to fillet the fish.  The sunset was beautiful and the pelican and sea gulls really enjoyed the fish heads Mike threw to them.  We enjoyed the fillets for breakfast the next day. 

The following day, after doing our weekly laundry, we spent the time nursing our itchy bites and I read a book I had found in the laundry as we watched the Olympics. We were pleased that we visited Onslow as frequently it is on the news especially during cyclone season, but it is not a place that we would go to again. Others think differently as many keen fishermen spend the winter there year after year.   

The sand there isn’t soft and white and the ground seemed dirty and hard so I just felt the need to soak my feet in a bucket and looked forward to when we would get to a nicer beach. 
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